Something inside of her, some sensible side, was saying this was a very bad idea. Was wondering if this was what Elaine had done to Lancelot, all those years ago. The oath was already given and Meghan knew that it was a mistake, that all of this was something she should be running from.
Then Elaine's fingers were on her and she honestly didn't care.
Moaning, hips bucking into the touch, Meghan was lost in what Elaine was doing. She'd never felt wanted like this, never felt as though she was the focus of attention, and that, just as much as the skillful touches, were making her come undone.